Harry James Potter was the best spy in the world. Of course, he wasn't a loyal spy. He hated being controlled. So it was no surprise when he betrayed HYDRA. Well, it was a surprise to HYDRA, to say the least. After all, he was three when HYDRA had "rescued" him, but it was at seven when he planned his escape after learning the truth about HYDRA. And Harry had been twelve when he succeeded.

After that Harry has escaped capture from both HYDRA who wanted their weapon back and SHIELD who saw him as a very dangerous threat.

But it was in Afghanistan when Tony Stark got kidnapped by a terrorist group called the Ten Rings that things began to change SHIELDS look on things.

Here's the story from where I'm starting.

(9 months earlier)

"This is your house?" It came from the stupid mouth of one Tony Stark.

"It's not a house, you babbling idiot," This came from the very annoyed Harry Potter, who had the pleasure of meeting the one and lonely Tony Stark. "It's an apartment. And a good one. Cozy." It's a shame I have to leave in a year, Harry added. Though, with my luck, it won't be a year, it'll be shorter than that. Fucking SHIELD.

"You live in a apartment?" Stark looked scandalous. Like Harry living in an apartment was actually offending him.

"An apartment you're not invited to." Harry smiles cheekily and slammed the door in his face.

How Stark came into Harry's life was not an interesting story. Totally not interesting. So boring, you don't want to know. Seriously, you don't. Stop asking.

Actually, Harry was trying to keep away from Stark. Recently, he was hired by the Ten Rings. He totally wasn't feeling guilty at all. Nope. That was a lie. He was feeling extremely guilty. And he barely remembered sliding to the floor. He just had to work things over.

The Ten Rings were planning to kidnap Stark and have him build a missile or something. Harry wasn't listening. All he knew was that he needed to be the one to spy on Stark. He needed to report back to the terrorist group about how compliable Stark would be in building the missile. Harry got his money, the Rings got their missile. Win Win. Well, except for Stark.

But it turns out Stark is a very good person. He definitely tries to do the right thing and if he does the wrong thing he always makes it up to the person. Of course, this is from watching Stark for a couple of months. When he actually got to know Stark, which was easy (even though he only knew him for a couple of hours), he was hilarious, bluntly honest (sometimes brutally), and very considerate, in his own way. He was also annoying, but that could be said about anyone.

And, of course, Stark was still outside his door, whispering something that Harry could barely hear. It sounded like….mockery? Harry snorted. It was definitely mockery. Of who is still to be said.

And then came the loud remark of, "I knew you were still there! C'mon, open up, Harry! I want to see your house!"

It was muffled but the whining was clear. Fuck.

Reluctantly, Harry opened the door a crack. He said grumbled a 'fine' with the response of 'yes' and the door opening the entire way, with Tony Stark on the other side.

"I'd knew I'd convince you," Stark said with a sly smile. He walked in and instantly made his way towards the kitchen earning a scoff. "Have any scotch?"

"No," Harry said, sitting down on his couch. "This is a one time, just so you know. You're never coming here again."

"That's not very nice," Stark said, pouting and sitting next to Harry. "What do you do for fun around here, anyways?"

"Work, watch TV, sleep," Harry answered.

"That's not fun, I said fun. Did you hear me correctly?" Stark asked, a bit quickly. Harry nodded slightly and leaned his head down on the couch. "Have you seen the Lord of the Rings?"

Harry shook his head and looked at Stark. He had the guilty feeling in his guts again at the word Rings, along with a panic, but it went away as Harry saw Stark grinning like a 5 year old boy.

"It's about time you watch it, dontcha think?"

(3 months in)

Harry actually really enjoyed Lord of the Rings. And Stark enjoyed that Harry liked it so much he asked stupid questions about it.

Eventually, Stark came over daily, with complaint from Harry. It didn't help the eating hole in his stomach that was filling with guilt. Harry hated it, and tried as hard as he could to push Stark away. That's why he still hadn't called Stark "Tony", yet.

Harry also knew that Stark wouldn't be able survive his visit to Afghanistan. And convincing someone was one of Harry's specialties.

"No, I know what I said," Harry said. He was speaking with the Leader of the Ten Rings in his apartment. Harry just hoped Stark would take a while. "I'm asking for you to spare Stark. I'm asking for less money if you do."

"We already paid you for the information you gave us."

"Then I'll pay you to keep him alive! Just don't kill T-Stark."

"Grown attached? Pity. With your background I thought this would never happened."

"Shut up, alright?" Harry could feel that….energy...flicker through his body again. "Sorry. Do we have a deal?"

"If you'll pay us." The man put out his palm and Harry scowled. Of course he wanted his money now.

Harry reaches into his pocket and fished out a couple hundred dollars, 25% of what they had given him, and put it in the man's outstretched hand. And, in English, he said, "Fuck you."

(6 months later)

Stark was finally flying to Afghanistan. Something that Harry dreaded. The Ten Rings wanted him there when Stark was there. Fuck. But Harry figured he could be in the shadows.

Unfortunately, no. They wanted Harry to be the one to kidnap Stark. Extra fuck.

And when the time came, he started by hiding behind a rock. With a bomb detonator in his hand. He waited until Stark was riding in the car before striking. God, his stomach hurt. Fuck, fuck, fuck.

As the bomb blew up, the car with Tony Stark inside fell over. Harry had to wait for all of the military men and women to get out of the car before going down to where Stark was, unconscious. With a bunch of shrapnel in his chest. Fuck.

During the chaos, Harry had dragged Stark out of war-zone. Why was he doing this again? Oh right, they said they would kill Stark. Fuck.

Hours later, Harry arrived at the base. The fucking hell house. Oh god, Harry had cramps.

Harry handed over the unconscious Tony Stark to the leader and almost left when handcuffs were slapped on his wrists.

He should of seen this coming. Harry blamed Stark. Stark made everything so trusting, Harry forgot to be on guard.

"For the world's best spy, I can tell you didn't see that coming." He had an evil smile.

"We had a deal," Harry growled. "I give you answers and Stark, he builds your missile, you let them go, right?"

"That was the deal. But now we know who you really are. Wanted by SHIELD and HYDRA. Interesting, right?" Oh, how Harry wanted to punch that smile off. "We'll make so much money off the both of you."

Harry spit in the mans face. "Fuck. You."

He got a slap in the face for that. Nothing he hasn't dealt with before, right?

One of the henchmen took Stark and him into a cave that had another person in it. "How many people do you have in here?" He looked at his henchman and smiled. "I almost expect a horde of orphans back here."

He got pushed to the ground. Expected from someone childish. Or someone's. Point is: Harry is pissed and he wants to take it out on someone.

"Yeah, you're right, I can't expect that," Harry said slowly but loudly. "They probably have family's that miss them. The cruelty."

There was that energy again. Except, it felt

more….trapped, caged, than before. Whatever they put in these 'cuffs, they aren't fooling. And, they did their homework.

Before he could ponder what that meant, he was knocked out cold by the other henchman who had just giving Stark to the only other person in the room. The last thing Harry heard was some screaming. From him or someone else, he couldn't figure out.

Hl. I wanted to give you more room, so you could see the text without squinting. You can ask questions, and I'll probably answer them. Hopefully. Thanks for reading. Bye!